And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3200 | 2023-05-20 09:19:56 | 73.91 | 97% |
| 2632 | 2023-01-23 13:56:24 | 63.44 | 96% |